2009-01-23

You swim through the ocean of my heart,And I wonder where my lips should start--An ode to your beauty or song of desire?Nothing but you can inspireThis poemless poet to find the wordsThat come so naturally to the birds,Who every morning sing your nameAnd teach me how to do the same.

So come with meAnd we shall singAnd learn of joyForever now,And open wings of love.